In a dark place

Here's chapter two.
You guys know what? I was so inspired writing this story, that I think I'll keep it going for a while. You never know, I might come up with something good. =P

Enjoy!

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Chapter 2
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Leah had hopped in the shower, cleaned herself up very carefully, changed into the clothing that Verona set out for her, and then, she was ready to go. She and Verona had come up with the perfect way to get back at Kevin for spiking her drink. Wanting to make sure that he was indeed the one who really did it, they asked around and sure enough, another guest had ratted him out. 'Yeah, i saw him put it in your drink' the guest said 'but it's good to see that you're alright.' He had spoken out of concern for her.

The party was drawing to a close and people were starting to pile into the cars of their designated drivers while other called cabs and some even began walking. Verona was sure to carefully screen her guests to make sure no one would be driving home drunk, as to avoid any accidents. All that was left over was Kevin and a few of his friends.

"Are you ready?" Verona peeked back at Leah.

She was slathering blush all over her cheeks and nose, just to ensure she looked like she was still drunk. "Almost." She said as she put a few eyedrops in, giving her eyes that glassy drunk look. "Perfect."

"You sure you can do it? If not, I'll take your place." Verona smiled as she placed a hand on either of her hips. She had only known Kevin for a short period of time, so she wasn't too sure if he was trust worthy or not. But the situation tonight proved that he couldn't be trused as far as he could be thrown.

"No; I want to do this. He ruined my favorite skirt...inderictly, but still, it's his fault." She rubbed her hands together. "This is going to be so gross, but totally worth it."

!!!SPACE HERE!!!

"Kevin." Verona said, the 'half concious' Leah slung over her shoulder. "Can you give Leah a ride home, she changed her mind and doesn't want to stay."

Leah's legs wobbled beneath her as she clumsily supported her frame. "pleese Kevin...I needa ride home." She slured out. Quite suprisingly, she was good a faking drunk.

An enevitable smile emerged on Kevin's face. "Sure. Help her out to the car with me."

After proping the 'drunk' Leah in the front seat of his car, he hopped into the car behind the wheel and was off. He glanced down at the directions the Verona had given him and, without another thought, he tossed them out the window. It blew away in the breeze.

"Kevin...wheare you takin meh?" She slured again, Leah was surprised how good she was at faking this.

"I'm going to take you home, don't worry." He smirked again. He knew with her in such bad condition, she wouldn't remember if he had sex with her and dumped her anywhere. Sure, he wouldn't be able to go near Verona again, but she was a lesbian anyway, so she was a lost cause.

"That's greeeat." She laughed.

He peeked over at her quickly and smiled. "What's so funny?"

She snickered and leaned in to pretend to whisper to him. "I forgot my panties in Verona's bathroom." Leah said in a loud but whipery voice. She leaned up against the door and laughed.

Kevin fidigeted uncomfortably in his seat. She wasn't wearing any underwear, he couldn't believe it. 'She is drunk...so I guess it makes sence that she'd be telling me this.' He ran his fingers throuh his short light brown hair.

The car ride was fun. She kept on teasing him the whole way about how horny she was, and how drunk she was, everything that would make him want her.

She was now winding down from her drunken state, false drunken state to be more exact. "Turnon the radio." She said in a tired voice.

He reached over and turned it to their local radio station. There was a techno remix of some eighty's song on, nothing too important.

"Than kyo." She lowered her head down and concentrated, she had to make this quiet, lest he found out and dumped her on the side of the road. Being very descreat, she tugged the skirt up in the back so her bare bottom sat flat on the seat. Very carefully, she released her bladder. The urine quietly slid from her body in a very soft trickle and began soaking the seat. The seats didn't look paticualrly expensive,but she didn't care, she was ruining one fo them. The pee flowed down on and into the seat in a silent stream. She could feel the warmth of the piss soaking the back of her legs and bottom. Finally finished, she leaned forward and let out a rather loud fart. "Oh! Sorry!" She rolled down the window to allow the smell to disipate.

"It's ok." He said, quite surprised by her out of contorl outburst.

"I'm so sorry. I drank too much and now I gots the gasses." She laughed, everything was going according to plan. "You should get me home...I need to pee."

Realizing that she might mess p his seat if he didn't get her home, he dicided to wait for another day where she would be careless and leave her drink unatteneded once more. He didn't really understand why he couldn't find her. He drugged her and then she just disappeared. He would get her next time for sure. This car ride home was a good trust builder. Maybe next time he wouldn't have to drug her drink to get her to sleep with him, maybe he would just have to get her drunk enough, it was obvious she was a slutty drunk anyway, so things would be easy for him.

"Jus turn down here and my house isa big white one with a hammoc in the from yard." She gave him directions that even a two year old could follow.

"Sure." He said, kind of defeated. He wasn't going to get laid tonight, but he might possibly be able to get a groap in before she left the car.

After only a few more minutes of driving, he pulled up along side her house, hammoc in the front yard and all. Leah had taken laxatives before she left Verona's place, just to make sure she would leave the proper parting gift with Kevin for making her mess herself. She smiled, she face hidden by her hair, the laxatives were working, she could feel a pounding on her anus, demanding to be let out. She opened her door that led a straight path to her front door. "Hey...Kehvin." She said, leaning over the emergency break, and then pulling it to a locked position. "You want to know sumpthin?"

He smiled and leaned in close to her lips. "Sure...what?"

She leaned in even closer, lifting her bum off the soaking wet seat and guiding it ove to sit right on his lap. "I know it was you who drugged my drink." She said in a perfectally sober tone, she reached over and locked his door.

"What?!" Kevin was shocked, why was she doing this.

"You want to know what else?" She clenched her bowels and evacuated their contents right onto his lap. "You ruined my favorite skirt!" She clenched hard making the diarrhea squirt out like a fountain.

"What the fuck?!" He yealled at her. "Get off of me you sicko!" But try as he might, he just couldn't get her to move. She was holding on tightly to the wheel and the back of his seat and just wouldn't budge. She let out another liquidy sounding loud fart and one final gush of runny, wattery stool and quickly launched herself over the pissy seat and right out the open door.

Leah ran to the front of the car and stood on it's hood. "Maybe you'll think twice before you try to rape me!" She turned around, lifted her skirt and shot a stream of runny shit at his windsheild. It landed on the window with a loud splat and coated it.

Hearing the car engine rev, she knew that he was trying to pull away, luckily she put on the emergency break on before she got out. Finishing her business quickly, Leah hopped off the hood of the car and ran into the safety of her home, locking the door behind her.

She laid her back against the door and laughed. Leah knew that she had to call Verona and tell her that everything worked according to plan.